A child of the light..I was always an early riser, before i was one year old i would climb up a bedroom dresser and sit with
My back to the mirror watching my sleeping parents.' Yes I am a lover of light.'
From a bright land.. I detest dark practices
And have on more than one occasion, told
Strangers of their occoult acts.' Uncovered
Them in sight of God and man.' I am
seething just as oil boils, so my blood burns at any strike against innocent people, especially acts designed to degrade and humiliate, I am against war as it facilitates
Much of that.' I always bear in my mind the
Genocide of hitlers plan ' And his idea to
Form Europe into one power block, and that i see before my eyes, trying to emerge yet now, world-wide' Its not
going to be stopped unless, you have
the same realisations, if not you will shuffle
along..In
The same hopeless old manner.i espouse to call out ethnic genocode..I am against all wars, and, wish and pray for
peace, I cling to. God and His great
goodness, manifest in Jesus Christ; Amen.'
“Everything just works out for me”
You persistently espouse
With eyes shut to generosity
Lit hands open for douse
You persistently espouse
A path paved by grand design
Lit hands open for douse
Your saviors are hardly divine
A path paved by grand design
Your derelict steps assume
Your saviors are hardly divine
Their efforts blindly consumed
Indifference shines upon your sleeve
“Everything just works out for me”
As you outsource reprieve
With eyes shut to generosity
Lost
are the many
who get rich
being famous
Chartered jets
and gold
their claim
Reality
scripted
to entice
what we loathe
Bimbo’s
in sequins
of fame
Limos
await
what the desperate
espouse
Eye shadow
caked
to the nines
As flexers and posers hide in plain sight
Enamored with mirrors false praise to delight
And like the Kardashians who prey on the night
They pander — to what we despise
(The New Room: April, 2026)
Do images
free language
or a metaphor
to note
Whose words embrace
unmarried grace
that lives
beyond the rote
Can you espouse
that suitor’s vow
with kindnesses
unsaid
Time’s betrayal
a cuckold’s bond
with prescience
— left unwed
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
The flowers that so lovingly you held
And savored for some moment with closed eyes;
The sweets that from their wrappers you unshelled,
For which you gave a kiss to be my prize;
The necklace with a pretty pendant thing
Which on your slender neck you proudly hung;
The ring that on your finger now does cling
And much delighted you had almost sung.
The smiles so innocent and joyful arms
That welcomed me when I came to your house--
Oh, you did win me over with your charms,
But it’s not you I wanted to espouse:
You thought the presents were all meant for you,
But ‘twas your sister I desired to woo.
I’m ordering a pack of seeds
For planting near my house.
Some flowers near a home is
An idea that I espouse.
If I plant black-eyed Susans
And, with luck, they really sprout,
I’ll surely smile each time
I’m coming home or going out.
Their color pops with happiness
And with their middle dot,
Or so-called “eye,” they paint a picture
I like quite a lot.
My thumb’s the opposite of green
So I won’t be surprised
If the seeds I plant don’t give me
Blooms the packets advertised.
Still, it’s not a big investment
To procure and plant some seeds,
For a dash or rain and sun and hope
Is all somebody needs.
You are a surprise,
And you can be the surprise
In another person’s life -
A light in their joy or strife.
Better is one day in His House,
Don’t rob what God has vowed to espouse.
He is the everlasting Bread of Heaven,
Sit still, let His peace be given.
Feed on Him, till you want no more,
Richer than banks are heaven's store.
Raise your cup to Him in anticipation,
Lift it up - in your secret place of adoration.
Allow Him to surprise you indeed,
With the miracles of what you need.
He never fails, He never disappoints -
His grace is strong, His radiance anoints!
Foundation.
With uncertainty flowing like a molten volcano around the world, and online.
Is it within dark times like these, we should try to bring more light into the world?
Title:
A voice in the dark whispers
Lookup
Not down
And be drawn
Into spiritual degradation
Or dark temptations
Linked to politics or the flesh
By the Red Dragon
But to blue clouds
Filled with sacred tetragons
With belief in whatever you know as good, be held
In-Depth
For the son of Cronus and Rhea
Brother of Zeus and Poseidon
Grows ever near
To welcome you into his waterless Barren Lands
Delighting in unimaginable fear
So be
Precipitous
And look up to
Defeat the rolling Abyss
Ruled by Hades
Hidden
Within
Its mists
Espouse goodness
While you still
Live
Like a sweet Valentine's Day kiss
And try to avoid
The Void
Filled with those
Who now pay a hefty
Price
But enter into new lands of Spiritual Paradise
With your selfless acts
Of kindness and self-sacrifice
Will you try to do good?
Or will you follow those who will suffer bitterness, when a star called, Wormwood,
Falls?
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
I'm a single boy with wonderful dreams
Dreams of finding a soulmate matching my wishes
Wishes I formulated from a good morning
Morning to have you forever
Forever until death parts you and me
My fantasy as a boy is not any dream
A dream with my soulmate
Soulmate for me to marry
Marry after a thriving relationship
Relationship with a heavenly angel
Angel and a soulmate to espouse,
Espouse after I've madly befriended you.
You're the love I smell, my unique rose.
Rose and my purposeful confidante.
Confidante for life, good or bad.
That is my dream—to have you
You, as my fitting genotype chum,
Chum, we match behavior and education.
You'll break my singlehood; you're my real crony.
Poem by Mugisho N.
“So long as you have food in your mouth,
you have solved all the questions for the time being.”
_ by Frank Kafka
Oh yes, I am known as a Mouse!
For months I've survived in their house.
I hunt here alone-
At least in this zone.
My food source is one I espouse!
On their buffet bar rests a plate
Of Reese's Cups, they sometimes ate.
But they do not know-
At night by moon's glow,
I stash them for a future date.
To holes on an old bookcase floor,
I carry each ready to store
And stack them up high,
As I proudly sigh,
Now I will be hungry no more!
But, one night I found they were gone!
Each one of my treats was withdrawn!
In that spot they placed
A trap- set and braced!
I left there before the new dawn!
So hard I had worked every night;
Each one I had moved with great might.
If they only knew
What I had gone through-
They would have admired my plight!
But, I'm just a Mouse and I fail
To live life on a greater scale.
For much, I don't ask-
To eat is my task!
Move on- to what fate will avail.
ESPOUSE
Wife and lover, combined
Being married, a way of life one can espouse
So refined
Not always smooth
Yet is as good as love allows
Your move
Above
All of the vows
Love
Wife and lover, combined
Yet is as good as one allows
Love
opening one’s mouth to espouse religious or political rhetoric…likely closes a doorway to conversation
Bestilled and collected grand sensation,
stares at the glint of a harvested moon,
cast haulage divorcing neath horizon,
rise the yam sun that courses a forenoon.
Northern sways o'er ripen earth, fortunate
lofty leafy legions stretched abandon,
piles of crumpled layers, gifts pearlescent
brilliance of the immortal descension.
Towering mist espouse the crusted loam
and verdurous instilled life progresses
amid impaled saffron petals that comb
the scene all strewn against a capricious
path of lain chartreuse fronds and with the weight
of feet crinkles crispy snaps with your mate.
Little hairs in certain cases,
are expected that we might see.
Arms and legs are common places,
as well as hair upon our faces.
On top of head, if no traces,
accepting bald, is what you'll be.
Lots of time, as well as money,
coif the hair, in styles aplenty.
Some may use in terms of measure,
when found in food, a real displeasure!
Little hairs sometimes on end,
results of cold, or perhaps frightened.
Little hairs grow as brows,
enhance the lashes, we do espouse.
But when we age, some do appear,
as little tufts upon the ear.
We all spend time giving chase,
of little hairs out of place.
come let the Father speak His heart
In our minds
through our eyes
He sings melodies springs
past participle chose more alternatives;
Select offend means to
pick;
pick out sometimes means stand out
opt for means to wait;
plump for is gained weight;
go for means to go git it;
take may mean to steal it;
settle on means to accept
fix on means unbroken
vote for
single out get those men out of the Senate and Congress;
handpick means picking tomatoes and corn
set;
designate army buglers … hun!!!
determine, specify, appoint' name
nominate isn’t voting;
adopt doesn’t mean gathered family carriaged;
espouse doesn’t always mean marriage;
pitch on GET rich on
9/19/23
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
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